Two weeks ago, I was settling into my typical Sunday evening activities. Straightening the house, throwing in the last load of laundry, sitting down with a snack, turning on Real Housewives, and painting my nails. I was about to spend the week at home with the little girls, and thus, my need to get everything … More I. Never. Want. To. Leave. This. Place.
I knew it was bad. I’m in a position that doesn’t allow me to voice my political beliefs. In fact, I had to ask permission to put up yard signs (so you can imagine how dismayed I was when they were stolen…twice). Aside from that, however, my political activism this season has been relegated to … More It’s. Not. You. It’s. Me.
You know how every once and awhile you have a moment in which you look around and really see things? Whether it’s how much you love your family, or how remarkable your spouse is, or how much you adore your girlfriends, or how well you really do your job? I had one of those yesterday. … More Standing. Appointments. With. Joy.
I have to warn you. I’ve been listening to my 80s rock mix all morning. And I’m feisty. I don’t know…something about Skid Row, Guns ‘n Roses, White Lion, Def Leopard, and Motley Crue…I get fired up. Okay…so I told you that a couple of weeks ago someone tore down my lawn sign after I … More Oh. No. They. Didn’t.
At the beginning of the summer I mentioned that my uncle broke his neck. It’s been a long journey for him as he’s worked to recover. He remains in rehab, is making huge strides, and by this time next year he may be walking again. I mean…it’s remarkable on so many levels. I’ve always been … More My. Dear. John. Project.
Anytime I can post a terrible picture of myself… So the bottom line is that I have no clothes that fit me. I understand that I am very lucky to have this problem in the sense that it means I’m losing weight. But I’m not done and I don’t want to buy clothes until I … More Let’s. Hear. It. Yay. Rah. Rah.
Let me tell you a secret. I am NOT a touchy-feely person. I’m not mushy. I don’t cry. I don’t even really give hugs, aside from those with my little girls and my husband, and occasionally my girlfriends who are all…sadly God love ’em…huggers. The things that get me choked up are pride for my … More Kindness. Consultant. For. Hire.
When I was little I dreamed of becoming an attorney and running for office. I’ve always felt I had a duty to serve in some way or the other. Through volunteerism and through my work. My mom raised me to look around my community and do something to make a difference. There was no standing … More Make. It. Stop.
Each year on Christmas Eve we attend the 9pm candlelit service at our church. Our church has the most amazing music. In fact, often times if I close my eyes, it’s as if I’m at the symphony instead of in church. Add candles, Handel’s Messiah, and other Christmas carols? And you have pure Christmas magic. … More Village. Of. Visionaries.
Eight or nine years ago I went to D.C. with my parents and brother over Easter weekend. I remember being shocked by the now abundant presence of homeless people in every part of the city that I hadn’t seen the last time I’d been there for business. On Easter morning, we walked an eerily empty … More A. Single. Word. Of. Blessing.